This was a very sweet read, and I was sorry when I swiped over the last page.The story is a journey of two people from very different worlds (or tribes) who met, couldn’t understand each other’s language, but learnt to do so by gestures (and the language of their hearts and souls. It was beautifu...
Becky was about to enter the store when she caught sight of her friend Meggie sitting in a parked farm wagon.“Meggie!” Becky called out to her former shipmate and hurried to the wagon’s side.Meggie waved wildly from her perch. She leaned down and grasped Becky’s outstretched hand. “Becky! It seem...
Annie didn’t care if any of the men had stayed back—didn’t care if they heard her ugly sounds. In fact, she hoped they did hear her. She hoped someone would come running to help her. Someone to send off to find Jem and the other men. Unless she found Mae first. Unharmed. W...
It was like being wrapped up. But not like the warm comfy feeling of a blanket coming around her on a cold night—more the suffocating kind. It wasn’t the walls or the ceiling, not anything like that. She was used to riding the train by now, having followed Daniel Griggs, the “preacher,” around fo...